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I'm on a Roll Now

...with the postings.  Not doing as well with everything else.  I thought I totally aced my French test and I made a 'B'.  A 'B'!  Last time, I didn't even study and I got an 'A'.  So that's it.  No more studying for that class.

I missed my third art class tonight.  I went to my French class just so I could pick up my test (now wishing that I didn't), but I just couldn't muster up the energy for 3 hours of art.  This means that if my teacher is paying attention to the attendance that I will automatically get a 'B' in there even if I get an 'A' on my work.  And as much as the perfectionist in me is completely eaten up by that, I am just going to have to let it go and accept that I cannot do everything.  It's been months now that I rarely get even six hours of sleep on a nightly basis.  On the weekends even, I stay up until 3 or 4 in the morning and then by 10 or 11 in the morning, I spring out of bed.  I felt like I was on the verge of just collapsing tonight.

I am looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend, and then it's back to work on Sunday night.  But tonight, I'm going to bed early.  It's 9 o'clock, and I'm in bed.  Aaah.

Decisions, Decisions

I spent most of the night tonight working on my art project that is due next Tuesday.  If I don't work on it some every day, I'm pretty much not going to get it done on time.  It's hard to really mind so much, when it is so clear that all of this practice with all these tedious assignments is really, really helping me to get better.

I am torn when it comes to signing up for summer classes.  In many ways.  My lease is up at the end of April, and I don't actually have to register for classes until mid-April, so I don't have to decide on anything, like, today, but it is weighing on my mind...what to take (both art and French again?  If not, how to choose which one?), and if I will be here for classes at all. 

I really like where I am living now.  I love having an apartment all my own, filled with all my stuff put exactly in its place.  I have a spot for everything, and as a result, I actually keep this place remarkably neat and tidy.  But I love that if I leave dishes in the sink that they are my dirty dishes, and that if I go to bed with all my art stuff strewn all over my office, that it's my mess everywhere.  I don't think I've ever been fully unpacked EVER until I moved here.  Now, the only boxes I have are filled with Christmas stuff.   

But I miss all my friends.  I have friends scattered all over the southeast, and I can go see them for weekends and all, but it really would be nice to invite B over for an "O.C." marathon, or to spontaneously go shopping with L on a Sunday afternoon.  I've lived in this city for a year and a half now, and I don't really have any girlfriends, and not for lack of trying. 

So I have been looking online to see if there are any jobs out there worth pursuing in any cities where I already know people.  And of course, there are some good jobs out there in any of those cities.  But I hate to leave my perfect apartment and I also hate having to start my residency requirements all over again for an in-state school.  I am afraid if I go somewhere else without all the structure in my life that is filling up my days (work and then class and then homework -- and DeLush, of course) that I will end up partying all the time like I used to when I lived in Atlanta.  It's so easy to fall into that.  My life is so much more interesting now.

So that's my dilemma.  What I've been thinking is that I will stay here through the summer, continuing my classes, saving up some money, and then in the fall start making some real decisions about where I want to live.   I'm so torn.

Sorry!

Is there anyone still reading this thing?

Sorry I haven't been posting.  I've been really good at keeping up my posts at DeLush, but I still can't seem to get the hang of this one, and then not posting for so long, it seems more overwhelming and more overwhelming until I just avoid it altogether.  But I am fairly caught up in my classes now and I am resolving to post in this thing with some semblance of regularity.

I have really been working hard in my classes.  I just had a French test tonight, and unlike the last test we had, I actually studied for this one and I may very well have aced it.  I didn't have to ponder any of the answers like I did for the last one.  My friend, B, and I are planning to go to Paris in October, so I really have some incentive now to actually get good at it.  I can write in French (well, in the present tense and the past tense) very well, but I still get all tongue-tied when I try to speak.  I just need to practice more I think.

Art is pretty exciting.  I've really been putting the time into my assignments (which is like 8 or 10 hours a week of work), and they are coming out better and better.  I am starting to get excited about summer classes and I'm trying to decide what art class I want to take next. 

Assuming that I am still living here when summer classes arrive, but that's a topic for another day.

The Big Weekend

Last week was easily the longest week in the world, since I was waiting for the weekend, when the guy I met in New Orleans would be making the trip to see me.  I just had absolutely no focus at work.  On Tuesday, he sent me flowers!  I hadn't told my coworkers anything about him yet ("I met this boy while I was getting drunk at a strip club in New Orleans, and he's really cute, and..."), but once the flowers came I had to spill the beans, which was fine.  I was bursting at the seams anyway.  Now they just knew why I was being such a flake.

By Wednesday, I felt like I was coming down with something.  It's typical for me when I am really excited about something.  This past trip to New Orleans may be the first one ever that I wasn't on antibiotics.  Anyway, I had a little fever and a bad sore throat and just felt like sleeping.  Probably because I was up talking on the phone half the night.  Every night. 

Friday, I left work around 3 so that I could relax and get ready at my leisure.  I was to pick him up from the airport at 8, so I had five whole hours to make myself a cocktail, to bathe and shower and curl my hair and paint my nails.   But somehow, even with all that time, he was off the plane and waiting for me when I got there.  He looked so good in his business suit and smelled great and it was nice just to stand in the airport and hold him.

He brought me presents (yay, presents!) including some perfume and a really pretty dress that I changed into before he took me out to dinner.  Every single thing he brought me fit me like a glove, like it was magical.  I felt like a princess. :)

A lot of the weekend, we spent in my apartment.  After two weeks of talking on the phone, it was so great to be together.  Saturday afternoon, we managed to go out shopping for the afternoon.  I had a restaurant in mind for the evening, a little French cafe type restaurant nestled in one of the cutest parts of town.  We were the first ones there, so we got a great table.  Our food was fantastic, the conversation was good.  It was a very memorable part of the weekend for me.

Saturday night one of my friends from work was having a party for her birthday and that was our big outing for the night.  We stayed for a good part of the evening.  He was a huge hit at the party, telling jokes and talking to everyone.  I am so bad at parties, I never know how to get the conversation going.  Once it starts, I can keep it going with the right person, but not just anyone.  But he just won everyone over.  It was fun to watch.

When I took him to the airport on Sunday night, I was really sad that he had to go.  I came back to my apartment and it was cold and quiet, and my mind just kept replaying parts of the weekend.  We haven't talked about when we will see each other again.

I hope that question is on his mind as well.

Can't Wait for the Weekend

Sorry I've been absent on here for so long. I have been super busy with
classes and DeLush.com and my new man (lots more below) and I just
haven't had a second to sit down and write.

I had by first French test last Thursday and I don't think I did all
that great. I didn't study as much as I should have for being so out of
practice. I hadn't done any of the labs and I was totally dreading the
oral part. The weird part is that I completely understood what she was
saying, which is what I was worried about, and then blanked on answering
the questions. I hope I didn't totally blow it.

This past weekend there was a small threat of freezing rain, so I went
to blockbuster and picked up 4 movies and some new nail polish and stuff
with the intention on staying in all weekend. I watched "Mean Girls"
and "We Don't Live Here Anymore" on Friday night and haven't touched the
others, which is pretty typical of me and movies. I have till Thursday,
so we'll see.

By Saturday, I was completely bored of being in the house and had to go
shopping. I got two new pairs of awesome heels from BCBG for like 70%
off (which means that they are now just expensive, not ridiculously
expensive). I can't wait to wear them this weekend.

And speaking of this weekend, I spent a lot of last weekend cleaning my
apartment in preparation for a visit this weekend from the guy I met in
New Orleans! We've been talking on the phone pretty much incessantly
since we left until the wee hours of the morning every night. He says
he's bringing me a surprise and I just sent him a care package. It's
just so cute and I am super excited that he is coming. This is going to
be such a long week.

Well, I guess I better get to work. I need something to occupy my
thoughts to get this week over with!